Chapter 4
Poor lad. Shandor watched as Ioan went up to bed. What a birthday.
It destroyed Shandor to see how hurt his young friend was, and he would have done everything in his power to take that hurt on himself.
Ripping Daniel Small to shreds would have been a very satisfying start.
There wasn’t much that could hurt an adult vampyre, but a fully grown vârcolac was more than capable of the deed, especially when the moon was full.
A young vampyre, on the other hand, was an accident waiting to happen.
Aurel was the twin who never got in trouble.
Ioan, though—he really was the rascal Shandor called him. He’d gotten into so much mischief when he was a lad that the Rege had come to the conclusion a guardian was necessary. Of course they hadn’t told Ioan that. Shandor had simply approache
